Judge — April 17, 1920 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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“How Like Ouk Docs Ane!” An Informal Ry J. IMustration by HI. Baxters, recently from the West with at least their share of the riches of that inex- haustible territory. had taken ample quar- ters in one of the great apartment hotels in New York, pending a more socially distine- tive arrangement One morning Mrs. Baxter, a handsome, alert, may- netic woman of perhaps thirty, dressed for a drive, with a Pekinese in her arms, stood by her husband, an athletic man of forty-five, who was lounging in the library He looked up at her fondly, flecking ash from a cigar “Td like to know,” he said, smiling, “just what you where you are going—and why you are doing, my dear lone? It’s so fine today so often insist upon motoring I'd really like to yo along!” “But you can’t, John, dear, much as [ like your company. One of these days IIL tell you all about it I’m making an experiment. You'll be interested in it if I succeed. You'd only laugh at me now if I should tell you what it is. When a woman i : it always best to let her follow it to a conclusion? Lawrence Fir O1ork Worx Resargep Introduction \. Wanprox Feviows “Depends upon the notion. — Bur go ahea He rose to kiss her. “Still, | fancy the average man in my place—and in the circumstances—might "He laughed without defining the thought. “There! . and the . and there!” plied with kisses. ** Wait And she danced out. In her motor, a new Rolls- Royce, she directed the driver through a street in the Seventies, west, to Central Park It was a wonderful day, spring. The balmy air did not accord with the calendar, nor with the prophetic observation by the Weather Bureau. The Park was alive. Children still solicitously wrapped played buoyantly. Old persons who had hugged warm corners for months strolled with a light in their eyes that must have been kindled by expectation of Fashionable persons were out in at the winter ed warmer days to come. an endless line of motors. On a roadway branching from the main drive Mrs. Baxter drew up, after looking at her watch, and slowly descended with her Pekinese. ‘The little dog at first comicbooks.com